30 June year 22
I looked a little strangely at myself in the mirror. As if my hand has it own control, I pressed the 'open door' button.
There were moment like this. Moment that felt like I had repeated countless times even through it was obviously the first time.
The elevator door that was closing opened again and a bunch of people pushed in.
A person that had their hair tied in a yellow rubber band caught my eye. I didn't press the 'open' button knowing that the person would be there, but I thought that it was obvious that the person should be there.
I moved back, one step at a time. As my back hit the cold wall and I raised mt head, the yellow rubber band caught my eye.
A person's back tells a lot of sortie.
But I only understand a few of them. some I'm able to faintly guess and some I can't understand and are forgotten about.
I suddenly thought that you can only really know a person when you can read everything just from their back.
Then wouldn't there be people who can read who I am just by looking at my back?
I raised my head and made eye contact with them through the mirror.
They looked away.
There were many moments like this.
I raised my head again, but all I could see was my own face, I couldn't see my back.